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I love you . . . [May. 8th, 2016|01:49 am]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
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. . . is the only excuse I can come up with.  I can't look at you without smiling.  I love your eyebrows that slant down ever so slightly and make you look a little sad until you look up, and then they just radiate mischief.  And your pouty mouth---excuse me, "whiskey mouth," like the Cars song---you still hate the guy who said you had a "pouty mouth."  And the gently aquiline nose you're not that fond of.  I love your nose.  It's you.  And you're it.  You wouldn't be believable with a button nose.  Every shred of believability would flee with your nose should it ever change.  You are an exquisite package: beautiful and fun and smart and complete.  Just let it be, OK?